"You’ve got some nerve showing up here!" Abigail’s father spat, his voice sharp with anger as he opened the door. Edward stood there, unflinching, his expression as cold and determined as ever. They had known he was coming—the sound of the helicopter slicing through the air had announced his arrival long before hesetd foot on their porch. They’d watched it land in the vacant lot nearby, the sight fueling their already simmering resentment. And why wouldn’t Edward come? Abigail was carrying his child, the heir to his empire. But any father would do whatever it took to protect his daughter, even from someone like Edward Ulrick.
"Where is Abigail?" Edward’s voice was low but firm, straight to the point.
"Why are you asking me that? You’re her husband," the older man shot back, his tone lace
